Coleridge is going to drive me as mad as he was. Kubla Khan makes no bloody sense unless you accept it's partly orgasmic and entirely hallucinatory. Then I begin to notice references to, of all damn things, ancient Egyptian mythology. Going nuts. Frost at Midnight is somewhat better. However, reading This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison reminded me that, for some strange reason, I was once under the impression that Coleridge and Wordsworth were...erm... intimate friends. Seems Charles Lamb was the lucky man. Whatever. Gonna fail my end-sems. Definitely. Ah well.
On a different note, have fallen madly in love with Qui-Gon Jinn from The Phantom Menace. And with Obi-Wan Kenobi. Please keep in mind that I'm most emphatically not a Star Wars fan and have yet to watch any movie except Episodes I and II. Yet, the overwhelming Qui/Obi love. Of course, the fact that the actors are Liam Neeson and Ewan McGregor doesn't hurt one bit. Nor does the fact that there are some extremely talented authors in the fandom. Seems I've gained a new fandom. This would be the fifteenth. Oh shit. Is it surprising I never study? I'm doomed.
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we're all doomed...
doo-med, i say.
*aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah*
Some of us (ie. you) less than the others(ie the rest of us) ;(
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